Sunday, February 23, 2014

Flash Fiction: Radio

Another day of being treated like a rabid dog was ending and all she could think of was making an escape. The crackling of the radio brought her back to reality. His voice was like magic, and she felt reassured that once the mission was over they would be together.

The instructions were clear, but the will to continue working for the perverted old man was fading. Perhaps she could finish her assignment without enduring the torture of spending time with him.

The word is radio and this post comes in at 82 of the 150 word limit set by M3. Follow the link for official rules.

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